Male Succubus Apocalypse

The figure that I had thought about day and night but whose face I had forgotten seemed to reappear in this world.

She is an artist who can set off fireworks with fire and paint rainbows with water. She is a doctor who cares for herself after training, listens to her cries, and heals her mental and physical fatigue. She is also the light and shadow that she loves most but can no longer get close to.

Her death took away her smile, her happiness, and the magic in her life. All that was left was endless fighting and training, turning her into a puppet.

But today, it seems that someone has used a pen to paint a smile on the puppet again, giving the puppet a lively expression.

Feeling a kick on his foot, Hermes' smile widened and he kicked back. This was a new language.

(Are you still alive?)

(Of course, you are not dead, right? Of course I am alive too!)

"I told you, you won't die." Xu Heng said proudly in his mind, "He did it, I believe he can do it! If I had known, I wouldn't have gotten so close to him, I would have stayed further away and waited for him to figure it out himself."

Julie was silent. In fact, she really wanted to say that without your "belief", your "worry", your "witness" and your "desperate efforts", Hermes would never have been able to succeed.

You always forget that you are an indispensable factor and feel that everyone has just lost hope, not lost without direction.

But she didn't say it in the end, because Xu Heng's casual words "You won't die" and the action of taking off the space ring made her heart completely confused.

It was not anger, but a fear of loss. It was the first time she had such an inexplicable feeling.

She didn't dare to think about the possibility that Xu Heng wanted to terminate the contract and throw away the residual soul containing her.

My mind is a mess, but it's a numb feeling.

……

Julian tried his best, using his fighting spirit and swordsmanship to offset the energy that would have set the sky ablaze for dozens of miles, to the point where only a ball of fire could be seen, and the sound was covered up.

When he returned to the ground, he was angry and wanted to kill someone, but when he saw Hermes smiling for the first time in decades, the sword in his hand fell from his loose hands.

Yes, that's how it is.

After he dodged the fireball, he wanted to stop it, but when he saw the two children who were so enthusiastic and happy like two fools, he softened his heart.

A man who is so thoughtful that he can crush his opponent is shouting with ease; a child who he has watched grow up, but has lost the ability to be happy because of his parents, is excitedly playing the magic he has always longed for.

How could he destroy all this?

Now, he knew what to do.

When I walked to Hermes, I heard the child directly say, "Old man, how about my fireworks?" But I couldn't get angry.

"I will help you hide your exposure to magic from Master Quan, but you have to take care of your injuries yourself. Fortunately, I used fireball magic and didn't hurt your foundation, but it was enough to make you suffer. Don't blame me if I'm discovered." Julian said slowly, then he raised his foot and kicked his shoe directly into Hermes' face.

"Ugh, you old bastard!" Hermes was unable to react and immediately stood up and vomited. However, as he moved, he felt excruciating pain in his body, which made him uncontrollably scream "Ahhh!"

Julian turned around without hesitation, with a sly smile on his face, and came to Xu Heng's side. Seeing that the boy closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, he kicked him with a shoe.

The next second, Xu Heng crawled to the side like a loach and avoided the shoes.

Julian took out a wooden sword from his space ring and chased after Xu Heng, spanking him. "Aren't you having a great time? Why are you running? Aren't you good at fighting? You're running again? You can even use magic! You're quite talented!"

This was the only punishment he could give. Although it frightened him so much that his heart almost stopped, there was someone who could make Hermes smile, and Julian had no choice but to do the same to him.

Julian stopped only after he beat Xu Heng until he covered his butt, stood up and ran out of the pit. He sighed, looked at Hermes who was screaming, and Xu Heng who ran too fast, covered his butt, and finally lost his balance on the snow and fell flat on his face. Finally, he laughed himself.

But Xu Heng, who fell into the snow, couldn't laugh anymore.

Julie gave Xu Heng a new piece of information: "Quan Zong is one of the ultimate warriors! Among warriors, he has only been defeated by Tianxin Sword Saint! Damn, I kept using code names and forgot Quan Zong's full name. I didn't expect it! He has a descendant who is extremely talented in the field of warriors, and he is in Tianmen Academy!"

"so……"

"So you're actually going to help his genius offspring transform into a mage!"

……

Back under the familiar stars and moon, Xu Heng felt a little guilty facing An Lingqing who seemed to be waiting for him.

"You look very happy, but also unhappy." An Lingqing asked directly.

"No, I've always been like this... Are you meditating here? Am I disturbing you?" Xu Heng quickly tried to change the subject.

"No meditation. I'm waiting for you to see if you'll come back today. I find that I may need the effect of food."

"If you want to eat, you can just call me with your ring."

"I called."

"Forehead……"

Although it was not yet noon, Xu Heng felt an overwhelming sense of guilt for ignoring the message from the ring when he was causing trouble for An Lingqing.

The main thing is that people don’t blame you!

Tianran's knife killed Xu Heng.

"I'm going to cook now!" Xu Heng felt that if he stayed any longer, he would start digging a hole to bury himself, so he quickly ran to the backyard, but halfway through, he turned back, "The master said that he has nothing to do in the afternoon, I can stay here and give you a massage!"

Then he slipped away like a thief.

An Lingqing just tilted her head, not knowing what to say. She didn't understand why Xu Heng wore the dragon scale armor and the slime clothes. Was he in danger?

But he seemed very excited.

Don't think about problems that you can't figure out. Many times, it's not that An Lingqing is not sensitive, but she just doesn't want to care. If Xu Heng doesn't look for her, it means that the situation is not bad enough for her to intervene.

Maybe the clothes are just simply torn.

Xu Heng, who had slipped into the backyard, took out a bunch of vegetables to prepare and began to deal with them in a hurry.

"Calm down! Xu Heng! Calm down! If An Lingqing can't be defeated, there is still Vivian!" Julie felt funny and angry. How great would it be if they listened to her and didn't teach? There wouldn't be so many hidden dangers.

After learning that Hermes was most likely the son of the legendary "Master of Boxing", Xu Heng became distracted. It was only when he was brought to the space crack by Julian that he remembered to change his clothes - to turn Xiao Shi into clothes.

He was almost completely absorbed in the fireworks and farce, and had forgotten about Xiao Shi.

"It's not a question of whether I can win or not, it's a question of getting into trouble! I'll redeem all the value of my money later!" Xu Heng couldn't calm down, "Why do I run into this kind of bad luck every day!"

"That's because you have bad character."

"Your character! Soul Weaver!... Wait, it must be because of you that I'm unlucky! Being with you makes me unlucky too!"

"Then just let me go!" For some reason, Julie felt like she had a lump in her throat when she heard the last few words. She immediately thought of the problem that had upset her today and that she had chosen to ignore.

"Forget it, I'll just take it from me. Hermes, that bastard, didn't he tell me earlier that he had a warrior dad? He's also rebellious enough to insist on learning magic." Xu Heng said, slowing down his movements. "Julie, how about the compressed fireball spell today?"

It seemed that Xu Heng had calmed down a little.

"Well..." Julie was a little uncomfortably upset, "You seem to be quite concerned about your second apprentice."

"Shut up! Don't remind me of that lunatic (Krollitz)!"

After resuming their usual bickering, Julie finally gave an answer to the question.

That is, I haven't seen it, so it's hard to comment.

It is very powerful, almost as powerful as a fifth-order spell, and this is still the case with simple rituals, but the damage is also very large. If the ratio between fighting spirit and magic power can be carefully studied, it may be possible to optimize it.

This can only be said to be Hermes' exclusive use, because his own domain is a kind of ability to control energy on a macro scale, coupled with a physique like a water pump, which allows the fighting spirit to catch up with the output of magic, and then compress the magic power into a dense energy ball like playing with mud.

The evolution from quantity to quality is the difference between mid- and high-level spells and low-level spells. The low-level spells simply convert magic power into elemental output, while the high-level spells require more work on the conversion and output methods.

How to make the same amount of magic power more damaging? After doubling the damage, work out the proportions, increase the investment, and ultimately increase the power geometrically. This is the role of magic rituals.

Hermes used a method that seemed simple but was extremely difficult to implement to achieve the same effect as the advanced technique, compressing magic power with fighting spirit, which included two variations of conversion and final output.

It simply and crudely slapped the faces of all the old pedantic mages who devoted themselves to research and whose research became more and more complicated.

The way of the Tao is simple.

But what can be researched in the end really depends to a large extent on Hermes himself. If he doesn't kill himself halfway along this road, it is very likely that he will achieve success.

Moreover, it cannot be copied and is a magic that only belongs to Hermes. However, it is not certain how much stronger it is than the magic he uses just his fighting spirit.

Therefore, if Xu Heng were to go and help - or in fact if Julie were to provide academic support, there would be the risk of creating a feud with the Quan Sect and causing even greater trouble.

The gain is not worth the loss, there is no need for this sacrifice. Letting Hermes move forward rationally and without worries with the warriors is actually the best choice.

Regarding Julie's suggestion, Xu Heng said: "In the hive, all the bees perform their duties and use their own advantages to do different things to create an unparalleled hive. This seems to be a good example of the society that should be good at its work.

But people are not bees, they are not mindless reproduction machines. If everyone is asked to do something they don’t want to do but are good at, society will get rewards, but no one will get their own rewards. But society is made up of people. Isn’t it strange? "

Survival depends on some kind of need, rather than living out of one's own desire. To judge how far such a person is from death beyond the flesh, we have to look at how many chains are embedded in his corpse.

Marionette.

"Next time, don't bring up such dirty stuff as 'the meaning of life'. You're not really going to help Hermes, are you? You're a man of loyalty and friendship, tsk tsk." Julie teased, while also reminding Xu Heng of something that was already very clear.

"Love...love...love?" Xu Heng was stunned.

It turned out that after a long-awaited attack of insanity, he had become a fellow patient with the equally "insanity" Hermes.

For the first time, when it comes to a decision involving interests of a person who is not related to you in any way and has nothing to do with you from the beginning and you could choose to avoid him, the "value exchange" fails.

"The first friend! The lonely, introverted and autistic little Xu Heng finally found a friend~" Julie added fuel to the fire.

"Okay, okay, that's what you mean!" Xu Heng was "choked" and didn't want to pay any attention to Julie anymore. He gave up and concentrated on cooking.

But, is he really the only one who was "defeated"?

……

Looking at the large table of new dishes, An Lingqing began to eat happily, completely unaware of Xu Heng who was trying to say something but stopped himself several times.

Until the other chicken leg she had specially left, Xu Heng had not touched it. Then, with the oil stains on the corners of her mouth, she raised her head and asked, "Practicing swordsmanship consumes a lot of energy. You are not yet at the level where you don't need to eat. You should not stop taking these foods."

"No, uh, okay." Xu Heng had no choice but to move the fork uncomfortably and swallow a piece of meat. It was delicious - it must be delicious if you make it yourself - but it was difficult to enjoy it because he didn't know where to start asking questions.

"I don't have the uniform anymore. You have to go to Hermes to get a new one." An Lingqing added, "Since you want to practice sword skills properly, wearing protective clothing and fighting against an opponent will be different psychologically."

Seen through! But that’s true, how could a demigod not see that I was wearing Xiao Shi’s clothes.

That might also be doubted.

Xu Heng finally said, "Okay, I'll look for Hermes, Lord Qing. Is his swordsmanship also superb? I think I can ask him for advice tomorrow."

This test was horrible, but Xu Heng felt it was enough for An Lingqing. As long as they discussed swordsmanship, her attention would be focused on one point.

"He doesn't know swordsmanship, he only knows boxing... So you're dressed like this, are you planning to practice with him? That's fine, swords can't just be practiced against each other." An Lingqing answered, thought for a while, and began to think and talk like a sword fanatic.

"Well, have you ever practiced with a powerful boxer or other master?" Xu Heng knew that his question was a stupid one, which was nonsense, so he added, "Is there anyone who impressed you?"

"Master of the Boxing Sect," An Lingqing blurted out, "You reminded me that I was defeated by him a long time ago. I should find some time to spar with him again."

It’s over. It was a long time ago. It turns out that An Lingqing is not familiar with Quan Zong, but is only familiar with Hermes. After all, he is a genius boy, so it is normal for him to know him.

And I have lost before, which means I can't win!